The Paranoid Lyrics

Ihsahn The Paranoid

[...] motion
[...]
[...] and physical pain was such
[...]


This sphere of isolation
A hall of mirrors multiplying
Grotesque features
of a golden idol
Melting fast in the fires
of confession

Dim lights from a dying coal
cast a silhouette upon
the soot-smeared window
the unsolvable crime

And the shame feeds the anger
feeds the shame
feeds the anger
feeds the shame

And the heart implodes
like a faithless star
beating with words
beating fast
Into the colds of nothingness
Beyond redemption